K: Karma Chameleon

 

 

 

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Karma Chameleon by Culture Club.  (If my embedded video won't work, you can listen at this link).

I first heard this song when it was new and I was a teenager. It's one of those songs that worked it's way into my brain as a catchy bop, and mostly I had no idea what the song was supposed to mean. I mean, I can parse it line by line, but what's it about?  Something about being in love with someone wishy washy about you? Or maybe it's the singer who's ambivalent? You know, all these years later, I'm still not sure what it means, but it does make me want to dance. 

 lyrics from AtoZ:

There's a loving in your eyes all the way
If I listened to your lies would you say

I'm a man without conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Didn't hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say

That my love was an addiction
When we cling our love is strong
When you go you're gone forever
You string along
You string along

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Every day is like survival
You're my lover not my rival
Every day is like survival
You're my lover not my rival

I'm a man without conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green 

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J: Jolene by Dolly Parton

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Jolene by Dolly Parton.  (If my embedded video won't work, you can listen at this link).

 

In the 70s, I mostly listened to whatever music the adults in my life listened to, since I was but a wee lass myself. My parents listened to folk rock and country music at the time, in the era of folks like Kenny Rogers, Crystal Gale, Waylon Jennings, and, of course, Dolly Parton. 

One of the great things about Dolly's songs is their sing-along-ability, if that's a word. She sings in a pretty ordinary vocal range and whether you're an 8 year girl or her 30 year old mother, you can probably at least kind of sing with her. I have fond memories of doing just that, singing along to the radio with my mother to this and many other of Dolly's great songs. 

Lyrics from AtoZ lyrics: 

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He's the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him even though you can

Jolene, Jolene

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I: I'm Shipping Up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys

 

Wlcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: I'm Shipping up to Boston, as recorded by the Dropkick Murphys.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

There are certain songs that just startle something in my heart or ears or soul or whatever it is, and I feel awake in a whole different way when I hear them. They express something I haven't been able to express for myself with such perfection. That's I'm Shipping Up to Boston for me. 

I mean, I'm not a pirate--I even pay for my movies and books! And I'm not all that Irish all these generations after the Irish portion of my ancestors crossed the Atlantic. But there's such black comedy in this man yelling about having lost his leg and it's just…satisfying. I don't think I can explain it any better than that. You'll have to listen and see what you think.

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off
To find my wooden leg

I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off
To find my wooden leg

 

H: Hurt by Johnny Cash

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Hurt, as recorded by the Johnny Cash.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

If you're reading along, then you already know that I have a fondness for covers that significantly change the original song and make something new of it. This is one of those songs. It's originally a Nine Inch Nails song (link to video here). That version was good. There was a reason it was a big hit. It captured a certain kind of sadness. 

But, it's a very different song in the hands of Johnny Cash, especially at the age and point of life he was at when he recorded it. I'm not even a huge Johnny Cash fan, but I was aware of his addiction and relationship issues, and that added a "meta" layer to the song made of real biography on top of a great performance of a great song. So much sadness, and regret intermixed with acceptance that those things cannot actually be changed. 

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way 

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G: Goodnight, Irene

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Goodnight, Irene, as recorded by the Weavers.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

This song came to me in a roundabout way. When I was a kid, my grandfather did some carpentry work for a friend and was paid with a juke box. Something kind of like this: 

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My grandmother was enraged, probably rightly so. I'm sure they needed cash money more than a jukebox.

 But the other grandchildren and I were delighted. It came loaded with 78 record albums of songs from the 30s and 40s. We'd take turns picking songs and listen rainy days away (probably driving my grandparents crazy with the repetition). 

Goodnight, Irene by the Weavers was one of them and it really got stuck in my head, especially at bedtime. In fact, I still hum it when I'm headed to sleep to this day. 

Lyrics from Songs for Teaching: 

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Last saturday night I got married

Me and my love settled down
Now me and my love are parted
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town

Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump In the river and drown

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Ramblin' stop your gamblin'
Stop stayin' out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Sit down by the fireside bright

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

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F: Fine Again by Seether

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Fine Again, as recorded by Seether.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

2004 was one of the roughest years of my life. I had given up a job I loved in a community I loved and moved to a small town in Kansas in an attempt to rescue a failing marriage…and it finished failing. I was facing divorce, losing a house I'd already come to love but wouldn't be able to afford alone, becoming a single mom to a toddler, and feeling in general like I'd failed at life. 

Like I often do when I'm hurting, I turned to music. A friend sent me this song and it became an anthem to me as I slogged forward, and the mixture of anger, regret, and determination was exactly what I needed. Even now when my life is much more what I want it to be, this song always helps me channel my energy in the right direction. 

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

It seems like every day's the same
And I'm left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
And there's no color to behold
They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well

I feel the dream in me expire
And there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
'Cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late; just as well

And I'm not scared now.
I must assure you,
You're never gonna get away
And I'm not scared now.
And I'm not scared now. No…

I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now,
Seems everything's gonna be fine for me
For me; for myself.
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself

I am prepared now for myself
I am prepared now and I am fine... again 

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E: Eat it! Weird Al Yankovic

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Eat it!, as recorded by Weird Al Yankovic.  (This one has "embed" blocked, so you can listen at this link).

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I'm an old school Weird Al fan, from back in the early 80s, in the heyday of MTV and music video culture. I'm not sure which of his song parodies I fell in love with first--they were all so much fun! I've remained a fan to the present day and I'm hoping to catch a show in his latest tour.

Weird Al is a one of a kind act made of clever twists on the original lyrics and hilarious and fun videos that play with the videos for the original songs. The wholesome, silly humor always pleased me. 

He did especially good work with Michael Jackson songs. "Eat it" is of course based on "Beat it" (see that video here) The video for Eat it is a scene by scene redo of Michael Jackson's video, with additional comedy. 

Lyrics from Weird Al and the source material: 

Eat It: by Weird Al Yankovic (from AZ lyrics) How come you're always such a fussy young man Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan So eat it, just eat it Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate Don't wanna hear about what kind of food you hate You won't get no dessert 'til you clean off your plate So eat it Don't you tell me you're full Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Get yourself an egg and beat it Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh Your table manners are a cryin' shame You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame So eat it, just eat it You better listen, better do what you're told You haven't even touched your tuna casserole You better chow down or it's gonna get cold So eat it I don't care if you're full Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Open up your mouth and feed it Have some more yogurt, have some more spam It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Don't you make me repeat it Have a banana, have a whole bunch It doesn't matter what you had for lunch Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it If it's gettin' cold, reheat it Have a big dinner, have a light snack If you don't like it, you can't send it back Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord) Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Don't you make me repeat it (oh no) Have a banana, have a whole bunch It doesn't matter what you had for lunch Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Beat it: By Michael Jackson (from AZ lyrics) They told him, "Don't you ever come around here Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear" The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear So beat it, just beat it (Ooh!) You better run, you better do what you can (Ooh!) Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man (Ooh!) You wanna be tough, better do what you can So beat it, but you wanna be bad Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it (Beat it) Just beat it (Beat it) Just beat it (Beat it) Just beat it (Beat it, uh) They're out to get you, better leave while you can Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man You wanna stay alive, better do what you can So beat it, just beat it (Ooh!) You have to show them that you're really not scared (Ooh!) You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare (Ooh!) They'll kick you, then they'll beat you, then they'll tell you it's fair So beat it, but you wanna be bad Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it (Beat it, beat it, beat it) Beat it (Beat it, beat it, ha, ha, ha, ha) Beat it (Beat it, beat it) Beat it (Beat it, beat it) Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right (Who's right) Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it (Hoo-hoo!) No one wants to be defeated (Oh, lord) Showin' how funky (Hee-hee!) and strong is your fight (Hee-hee-hee!) It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it (Beat it!) No one wants to be defeated (Oh-no!) Showin' how funky (Hoo-hoo!) and strong is your fight (Hee-hee! Hoo!) It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated Showin' how funky and strong is your fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right (Who's right) Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it (Hoo-hoo!) No one wants to be defeated

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D: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

 I'm definitely cheating for today's "Song in My Heart" A to Z blogging challenge post. Dr. Horrible's Singalong blog is not a song…it's a complete musical, even if it's only 42 minutes long. 

(if my embedded video doesn't work, listen here)

My love of this one started with the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Before Joss Whedon disappointed me (like so damn many famous men disappoint me with their abuse and misogyny), I enjoyed his work. And "Once More With Feeling" was AMAZING. I still think it is, even if it now comes with a yucky aftertaste. 

I don't exactly remember how I came to know about Dr. Horrible's Sing-along blog, but I did--I have the DVD!, This complicated little superhero/villain story where the bad guys aren't all bad and the good eyes aren't fully good really grabbed me. Doesn't hurt that Neil Patrick Harris plays Dr. Horrible and that he's a ridiculously talented actor and singer. "My Eyes" is an amazing juxtaposition of optimism and pessimism by two different characters looking at the same thing and coming to opposite conclusions. 

I'll post the lyrics to "My Eyes" (from lyricsmania) since it's the song I highlighed in my comments, but I recommend the whole thing. Note: the lines marked H and P are sung at the same time, overlapping each other.

Horrible:
Any dolt with half a brain
Can see that humankind has gone insane
To the point where I don't know if I'll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the watermain

Listen close to everybody's heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground

I cannot believe my eyes
How the world's filled with filth and lies
But it's plain to see evil inside of me
Is on the rise

Penny:
Look around
We're living with the lost and found
Just when you feel you've almost drowned
You find yourself on solid ground

And you believe there's good in everybody's heart
Keep it safe and sound
With hope you can do your part
To turn a life around

I cannot believe my eyes
Is the world finally growing wise?
Because it seems to me
Some kind of harmony
Is on the rise

H: Anyone with half a brain
P: Take it slow

H: Could spend their whole life howling in pain
P: He looks at me and seems to know

H: Because the dark is everywhere and
P: The things that I'm afraid to show

H: Penny doesn't seem to care that soon the dark in me is all that will remain
P: And suddenly I feel this glow

H: Listen close to everybody's heart
P: And I believe there's good in everybody's heart

H: And hear that breaking sound
P: Keep it safe and sound

H: Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
P: With hope you can do your part

H: And crashing to the ground
P: To turn a life around

H: I cannot believe my eyes, how the world's filled with filth and lies
P: I cannot believe my eyes, how the world's finally growing wise

H: But it's plain to see evil inside of me is on the rise
P: And it's plain to see rapture inside of me is on the rise 

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C: Creep by Postmodern Jukebox (Haley Reinhart)

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Creep, as recorded by Postmodern Jukebox (Haley Reinhart).  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

Like a lot of people, I first encountered this song in the early 1990s when Radiohead released it. I liked it then (here's a link in case you haven't heard it). It had a sadness to it that appealed to my early 20s self. And I liked the harder guitars underneath. I mean, who doesn't feel like a creep or a weirdo sometimes in the early 20s?

Then I kind of forgot about the song until the movie Book of Life came out in 2014 and Diego Luna covered it (yep, another link). It was really different with just a simple acoustic guitar and his thinner more wheedling rendition that goes more desperate when he get to the chorus.  

Then my husband introduced me to Postmodern Jukebox, now one of my favorite musical acts. I'm not such a "live music venue" girl (I like control over the volume), but I joyfully went to one of their concerts with Sweetman. Kind of like Retrofuturism in literature, they take old songs and make them new by making them older--singing them in styles of the 30s to 60s. 

their website

Anyway, Postmodern Jukebox gender flipped the song, and gave it a torch singer vibe, amping up the rough emotional edge of that chorus and my soul zinged. I have a thing for covers that really reinterpret a song and make it into something entirely different than its first iteration (you'll see others from me this month), and this version of Creep does that for me. Breaks my heart on "I wish I was special." Daaaannnggg.

Lyrics from AtoZlyrics: 

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Oh, oh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so f*cking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here 

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Fantasy Friends: Xiala of Between Earth & Sky, an IWSG post AND AtoZ challenge!

 

      

This is quite the Wednesday! Not only is it the first Wednesday of the month (time for the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop), it's also April 2nd, which means it's time for letter B in the AtoZ blogging challenge. I couldn't figure out how to meld the two of these, so you get them both: 

Insecure Writer's Support Group:

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG. The awesome co-hosts for the April 2 posting of the IWSG are Jennifer Lane, L Diane Wolfe, Jenni Enzor, and Natalie Aguirre!

This month's question:

 

April 2 question - What fantasy character would you like to fight, go on a quest with, or have a beer/glass of wine with?

__________________________________________

 

I'm going to pick a recent favorite for all three: Tiala of Rebecca Roanhorse's Between Earth & Sky trilogy: 

 

 

 

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This is a pretty new series. Black Sun was a finalist for all the big specfic awards in 2020 and Mirrored Heavens just came out last year. It's an epic fantasy story that pulls from Native American mythologies in the world-building. The main two characters are Serapio, the Crow God incarnate, and Xiala (pronounced SHE-ah-lah), a Teek woman. 

 

The Teek in this series are a matriarchal society renowned for their song, which can be used to magically influence and control others. The Teek put me in mind of Sirens, Mermaids, and Banshees, among other dangerous song-women of world mythologies, with a touch of Amazons, too. 

 

Throughout the book, we learn a lot about the people and what other kinds of people believe about them. I won't spoil it for you by giving too much detail here, but it's fascinating! In fact, the world-building alone is well worth the price of admission in this series.

 

If I recall correctly, Xiala is in jail when we meet her at the beginning of book one because she assaulted a husband who walked in on her and his wife when they were "getting busy." She's a hard-drinking foul-mouthed, "live life to the fullest" woman, exiled from her people for reasons you don't learn until later. She's magical, and on a journey of self-discovery through a life of piracy, debauchery, and alcoholism. 

 

Here's some images of her as imagined by Peri Celeste:  

 

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I probably couldn't keep up with her at the bar, but maybe I could get away with sipping my whiskey slowly while she pounds it back and listen with rapt fascination to her stories, both the true ones and the exaggerations. And if I had to go on a quest, she'd make a powerful ally. As for fighting her? No way. I value my life higher than that. 

 

Now, would she want to hang out with me? I dunno. Maybe if I promised to immortalize her in story and song, she'd put up with a physically week, lightweight drinker for a while. One can dream!

 

Blogging from A to Z April Challenge:  

B is for Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

 

So, if you tuned in yesterday for my Songs of my Heart post, you heard Aha Me a Riddle I Day, by Laura Love. I swear not all the songs I picked have a seemingly nonsense phrase for the title. It's just a coincidence of the alphabet that these two are in a row.    

For others visiting my blog, this is a fun challenge, where we all post 26 times in April, one time for each letter of the alphabet, often on a theme. I hope you'll check out some of the other participating blogs!

 

(if my embedded video doesn't work, listen here)

 

Selena Quintanilla Perez was the Queen of Tejano music in the early 1990s, right as I was moving into adulthood and becoming a Spanish teacher. As a person who didn't grow up speaking Spanish, but learned it in classrooms, music was often really hard for me to understand--definitely harder than spoken Spanish. But I could do pretty well with Selena. And it didn't hurt that she recorded some serious bops!

I still remember dancing to this one in my classroom with my students in Nome, Alaska and laughing until we cried. 

If Selena had not died tragically young (she was killed by the president of her fan club), she and I would be of an age, so she's special to me for that reason, too.  

Lyrics in Spanish from azlyrics and in English from lyricstranslate. (Bidi bidi bom bom doesn't exactly mean anything--it's just sort of sounds, representing the heartbeat, so it's the same in both versions)

Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Cada vez, cada vez que lo veo pasar Mi corazon se enloquece Y me empieza a palpitar Y se emociona, ya no razona No lo puedo controlar Y se emociona, ya no razona Y me empieza a cantar Me canta asi Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Cada vez, cada vez que lo oigo hablar Me tiemblan hasta las piernas Y el corazon igual Bidi bidi bom bom Y se emociona, ya no razona No lo puedo controlar Y se emociona, ya no razona Y me empieza a cantar Me canta asi Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Cuando escucho esta canción Mi corazon quiere cantar así Me canta así, me canta a ti Cada vez que lo veo pasar Mi corazon se enloquece Cada vez que lo veo pasar Y me empieza a palpitar Así, así Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Me canta asi, me canta a ti Cada vez que lo veo pasar Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Every time, Every time I see him pass My heart goes crazy And it starts to beat And it get excited, It doesn't reason anymore I can't control it And it get excited,It doesn't reason anymore and it starts to sing to me It sings to me like this Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Every time, Every time I hear him speak My legs tremble And my heart too Bidi bidi bom bom And it get excited, It doesn't reason anymore I can't control it And it get excited,It doesn't reason anymore and it starts to sing to me It sings to me like this Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom When I hear this song My heart wants to sing like this It sings to me like this, I sing to you Every time, Every time I see him pass My heart goes crazy Every time I see him pass And it starts to beat Like this, like this Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom   Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom It sings to me like this, I sing to you Every time I see him pass   Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

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